Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura or any of the its characters, which are owned by CLAMP.

Author's note: First attempt at some story pertaining to CCS... Not quite sure what'll come of it, but I'll try to make it as easy to read as I can.

Summary: This is basically a story between Sakura and Syaoran, who understand that underneath the extravagance of life, there's always an underlining of misconception and deceit. They are in college, and studying in different courses, though they have some classes together. They don't notice each other at first, but after they do, their relationship changes in some drastic ways, and their lives take a serious turn where they, who are very in control of their lives, have no clue what to do.

Crossing of two Strangers

"Good morning, class! Today—" he was cut of by the sound of the classroom door opening and a girl almost falling into class in quite a bit of disarray. "Ms. Kinomoto, will you please enlighten the class, more so, myself, as to why you've arrived to class late, again?" said the professor.

Having just run across the University of California Berkeley's campus to reach her classroom, Sakura wasn't very much so in the mood to explain that she had overslept... again. "I'm really sorry Professor Hawkins, and fellow students. I didn't mean to disrupt the class in such a horrendous manner, please accept my apology, I'll try my best to make sure it doesn't happen again!" she exclaimed in a rushed manner, hoping her professor would let her off the hook. Being the understanding man he was, he did. Sakura sighed in relief as she walked over to her seat. She thanked God she wasn't too late to class and that she had a nice teacher first period today. Taking a drama course was really taking its toll on her, physically and mentally. It was a month into her sophomore year and college, and already, she was worn out by the time her afternoon classes were over.

'Whew, boy, am I exhausted... I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night talking to Tomoyo,' she thought. Being Sakura's best friend, Tomoyo called at least once a week to check up on her. She was currently studying Fashion and Design in Oxford University in the United Kingdom. The raven-haired woman was staying in a dormitory with her boyfriend, Eriol. (A/N: Since I want to make this a solely "between Sakura and Syaoran" fic, I will not dwell much on Tomoyo and Eriol, just to let you know.)

Sakura sat, her gaze scanning the room for her friend, Helen Shascher. After a couple of seconds, Sakura spotted her, sitting to her left, a couple rows back, and gave her a small wave. Helen was up to date on all the latest gossip and trends, but she didn't care much for the gossip and she wasn't conceited at all. In fact, she was one of the girls who everyone liked, just like Sakura, except a lot less guys paid attention to her than Sakura. Helen was as attractive as Sakura, just that sometimes, her moods tend to get a bit uglier than Sakura's.

Sakura, with her mid-back length hair that seemed to have at least 10 different shades of a golden-brown color, ranging from auburn to honey, to even some lighter shades of blonde. Her eyes were like big emerald jewels that sparkled even without light and her skin was as soft as a summer flower's delicate petals. She was about 5'6 with a flawless figure that caused many people of the opposite sex to become attracted to her. She had an athletic body, shapely legs, an average sized bust and hips, and a small waist. She enjoyed classes dealing with different aspects of the English language and Physical Education, and despised Mathematics. She was studying to become, perhaps, an actress or a movie director, but for now, her studies were focused on old-age drama, from the Greek period to the Elizabethan period. She sighed, a little bored as she listened to Professor Hawkins tell the class a quote out of Medea, written by a playwright named Euripides (pronounced you-RIP-i-dees). "I do not leave my children's bodies with thee; I take them with me that I may bury them in Hera's precinct. And for thee, who didst me all that evil, I prophesy an evil doom... Now, I want you to tell me which scene in the play pertains to this particular quote, what happened beforehand, and what happened after she stated that quote. Write a short essay, about 3 paragraphs, about what led to this statement," Professor Hawkins instructed the class. Some of the class groaned, Sakura being one of them.

"I want these back by the end of the period, class" said the professor, which caused another outbreak of groans from the class. 'WHAT? The period ends in like, 15 minutes!' thought Sakura, as she groaned, thinking today was going to be a bad day.

-15 minutes later-

The bell rang, and all the students nearly ran each other over, jostling to get out of the classroom, after hurriedly handing in their essays. Sakura looked over her essay quickly to make sure there weren't many errors, and handed in her essay as well. When she turned around from the teacher's desk, she bumped into someone, someone a head taller than her.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm really sorry, gomen ne!" she said to the figure, somewhat embarrassed. A male voice replied, "No, it's okay, it was my fault. I should've watched where I was walking... It's just this whole mosh pit of people, it's getting to me." while disregarding her last two words, gomen ne. He certainly didn't expect to find someone who spoke Japanese in California, let alone UC Berkeley.

Sakura looked up into dark brown eyes, almost blushing. 'Wow, he's pretty good-looking...' When she snapped out of her trance, Sakura replied, "Hi, my name's Sakura Kinomoto, what's yours?"

He simply said, "Syaoran Li." Sakura frowned at his short reply. "Well, I'm off to my next class. Nice meeting you. 'Bye Li," said Sakura as she walked towards the door, meeting with Helen to go to their next class, Modern Literature.

'Strange, finally meeting a girl who doesn't instantly start giggling and ogling me, trying to flirt with me,' he thought. 'She's different from every other girl I've met so far in this crazy school. Plus, she's kind of cute.' He left the classroom, heading for his next class, which was Modern Literature, although he didn't understand why exactly he needed to know Literature for his Drama and Business courses.

'Oh well, it doesn't matter, at least I do good in that class, it's an easy credit for me' and headed toward his next class, which also happened to be with Sakura. Although he didn't notice her, she noticed him the second he walked through the door.

As the teacher walked into the classroom, the talking in the room ceased, and all of the students' attention were focused on the elegant woman who just came in. "Good morning, students. I hope you've had a nice weekend. Now, down to business..." said Professor Callahan, the Modern Lit teacher. Although she looked as if she was a nice person, well, she was, but she was also very, very strict with her students. She knew they were all college students and they weren't here to fool around, especially not in her class. Within half an hour, they'd been assigned several books to research and write an essay about how they were related, in addition to coming up with a 10-page script by next Monday, to be performed after roles were assigned the week after.

'This is going to be a very long day,' thought Sakura and Syaoran at the same time.